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CIIAPTEU III. (Continued!
Forgot her! As .Jack turned into the
house, nftor watching the carriage down
the drive, his head ami heart wore on
fire with the memory of her last linger
Ins look, niitl the Mood danced in his fin
Iters ns ho recalled the warm, clinging
pressure of her hand It parting.
'I think 1 must le mad when she is
near me, for somehow I always manage
to believe In the possibility of her love
for me when in her presence, he mut
tered, remorsefully. "And, If she dii
love, what then? Could 1 throw Kthel
over? My sweet, pure little Kthel,
would break her heart! 1 must pet rid
of this folly. I'll finish Kthel's letter at
once, and send it off by the morning post
I'll write a long, loving letter to the poor
little girl; it will do me ns much good to
write it as it will her to receive it."
This time he commenced with "My
dear Kthel," and then, before proceeding
further, he made a close examination of
the beautifully executed address aud
crest on the paper.
The crest of "Mallyngs" as the name
was originally spelled a tiger's head and
front paws in repose, with the motto.
"Let the sleeping lie," particularly iu
terested him. He had stood for ninny
minute during the past week in frout
of one of these emblems of the family
circle fierce, ungovernable and ponder
ed the probable events that had caused
it to be bestowed on them as their
badge.
"I wonder why she never married?"
ho mused. "I wonder if mine is the true
reason, and there really is some poor
beggar in the background awaiting her
twenty-fifth birthday? I shall have a
chance of fiuding out if I accept her in
vitation for the partridge shooting iu
fceptetuoer, for Lord Summers told me
he would be twenty-five iu that month
Ought I, in justice to Kthel, to place my
self in the way of such temptation?
Bosh! I must be a weak fool indeed if I
cannot live in the society of a beautiful
woman without making an idiot of my
self! Besides if I come aud see for mjv
self that she is really 'gone' on some
lucky fellow, it will be the most complete
cure I could find for my own folly."
But Jack knew this to be false rea
soning; nevertheless he would not listen
to conscience, and, with a gloomy brow
and tightly compressed lips, sat glaring
moodily at the blank sheet of paper be
fore him.
"Will you take your luncheon in here,
ir? It will seem less lonely than in the
dining room, I think."
Jack looked up in surprise at the
housekeeper.
"I must have been sitting here nearly
three hours. I don't mind where I lunch,
Mrs. Perkins."
"Then I'll put It In here, sir; It's
brighter and more cheerful than the din
ing room."
Mrs. Perkins walked to a sideboard
and flicked away an imaginary speck of
dust.
"Were you here in Sir raul's time?"
he asked, more because the old lady
wanted to talk than from any interest he
took in the matter.
"Bless you, sir, I've been a servant in
this house for turned fifty years! I
began as 'under housemaid at sixteen,
und here I've been ever since; so I'm
what you may call an old servant."
"Of course you remember Miss Mail
ing's mother? She must have been a
beautiful woman."
"Sometimes she was and sometimes
fhe wasn't. She was handsome enough
naturally; but she had such an awful
temper that it quite disfigured her at
times. I've kuown her to sulk about
the house for a month nt a time because
lier brother, the late Sir Paul, had re
fused her some trifling thing. We were
quite relieved when she got married,
and went away on the Continent with
her husband. You see she was many
years younger than her brothers. Sir
Paul and the present baronet. Sir Geof
frey, and was a bit spoiled in conse
quence though there is an old sayin
iu the family that a Mailing's daughter
is always a fiend, asking your pardon
for the word, sir; so it's lucky Miss
Pauline is only a Mailing by adoption.
"Then you think she has eccaped the
failing usual to the ladies of the fam
ily?" "I should not like to give an opinion
of my mistress' disposition. It would be
very bad taste on my part, sir. Miss
Mailing, during the six years she has
been mistress here, has been everything
one could desire."
"I beg your pardon," he said, politely.
"I did not wish to betray you into dis
respect for Miss Mailing. My question
was the natural outcome of your remark
as to Miss Mailing's being only a Mail
ing by adoption."
"To be sure, sir; and that takes me
back to what I was saying. Miss Paul
ine's mother was away on the Continent
with her husband directly after they
were married, and roamed about for
years from one country to another with
him; she never came home again, poor
dear! She died when Miss Pauline was
fifteen years old; and then Sir Paul was
nnxious to have the child with him In
Kngland, as he had made her his heiress,
in consequence of the other brother,
Geoffrey, having married without bis
consent. But Major Lufton would not
part with his daughter, and refused even
to let her come on a visit; so we none
of us ever saw Miss Pauline until she
cam here, a grown woman, to tuke her
place as mistress of Mallingford."
"I suppose you knew her at once by
ber likeness to her mother?"
"Strange to say, we didn't, sir! To be
sure ahe was very ill, for her father had
been dead six months before she heard
a word about being heiress to this prop
erty, and all that time, to keep herself
from starving, had been teaching In some
Spanish convent. But even as she re
covered her looks we watched In vain for
something In the voice or the expression
of the face that should remind us of her
mother. There are the same beautiful
hair and eyes, and there the likeness
ads. I
Vifc's Secret,
OR A BITTER RECKONING J
CHARLOTTU M. BRAU.MU
"Io you say she never knew about
her heiress-ship until after her father's
death ?"
"Yes, sir. She says he would not toll
hor because he was afraid she might be
tempted to leave him. I believe they
were in ilreadful straits sometimes."
"It must have been a wonderful
change for her when she came hero,"
"It was indeed, sir so great that she
can never to this day bear to recall that
dreadful time, and refuses to talk about
it to any oue.
CI I APT Kit IV.
Kthel Mallet knelt on a chair, her
bonny face pressing closely against the
window pane. The room being on the
second floor, it was only by so doing
that she could see the steps that led up
to the front door. It was a quarter past
eight, and she was watching anxiously,
as she had done for several morning
past, for the coining of the postman. She
ioft her position presently, and bustled
about, putting little finishing touches to
the breakfast table.
"It is hard on poor dear dad to have
to put up with petty inconveniences,"
t.he said, affectionately, as she laid the
morning newspaper next the roses, and
looked to see if she could do anything
further to beautify the unlovely lodging
house breakfast table. "I know the sight
of a stain on the tablecloth takes away
his appetite. With the very next few
shillings I make by my copying I'll buy
a couple of tablecloths, and then we can
have an extra one, without asking Mr.
Philpott for It and risking black looks
for the rest of the week. Oh, here you
are, papa! I thought you were going
to be late and it is your Kensington
day, too. Ah, there's the postman! I
wonder if he has a letter for me? Isn't
it strange that Jack has written only
once in a whole week.'
''Young fellows always find plenty of
occupation in the country; you must not
worry about it, my child." This remark
was rather uncalled for," as Kthel, the
whole week through, had scrupulously-
avoided mentioning the subject of Jack's
neglect. "The country round Mallingford
is particularly attractive, and I can quite
understand fliat Jack is feasting his soul
on its beauties."
Oh, papa, do you know Mallingford?
You never said so before!" and Kthel
was just about to launch out into a
string of questions when her thoughts
were diverted by the appearance of the
servant with the fish for breakfast, and
letter.
"For me, and from Jack!" she ex
claimed, breathlessly; but she did not
attempt to read it until she had atte'uded
to every little want of her father's, anil
seen him comfortably settled for his
morning glance over the leaders in the
newspapers.
Then she took up the letter and be
gan reading it. As she read, the sweet
anticipation of pleasure faded slowly
from her face, and she laid the epistle
down, looking perplexed and troubled.
She went on pretending to eat, filled her
father's cup when he pushed it toward
her, and resolutely kept silence until he
had laid down'his newspaper aud caught
her wistful look.
Well, what are you waiting to say?"
he asked.
"I don't know; Jack has written a
nice, long letter, and yet I am disap
pointed. I'm never satisfied; am I, dad?
He tells me here that he's very lonely,
and a line or two lower down he says
that Miss Mailing, of whom he gave such
a glowing description in his first note,
has left for London. I know I'm nar
row minded, but I can't help fancying
that it's more her absence than mine
that makes him lonely. As if I did not
know Jack to be one of the most hon
orable men in the world! Please call me
a few hard names, dud, and make me
ashamed of myself."
But Mr. Mallet did nothing of the sort.
"I think it extremely bad taste on
Jack's part to fill his letters to you with
descriptions of another woman's beau-
ty."
"Now, there you are wrong! It's just
that that satisfies me as to Jack's good
faith. If there was one scrap of unfair
ness to me in his admiration for Miss
Mailing he- would not write so openly
about it. It was only my nonsense about
being jealous, you know."
"You are a veritable little bee, suck
ing the honey and leaving the poison,
I'll not say one word against your hero,
rny dear. But I don't like to bear of
any slight being put upon you. Y'ou
know I don't think him worthy of my
little girl."
"You conceited old dad," Kthel said,
with a smile, "to think your girl better
than any one else's! Why, Jack is much
too good for me! Kven you admit he's
clever."
"Granted. II ut who Is he? He has a
straight nose and a good pair of shoul
ders; but what was his grandfather?
Have you ever asked him?"
"Papa! What an extraordinary ques
tion thut would be for me to ask him!
I dare say his grandfather was us good
a man as mine."
"My dear, your grandfather was one
of the oldest commoners in Kngland. The
Mailings of Mallingford hold themselves
among the best people in Kxbridgoshire."
Kthel looked at her father as if she
feared his reason hail given way.
"I dare say you are very astonished.
Y'ou have always known me as a hard
working drawing master, and of course
concluded I had never been anything
else. My dear, that Mallingford Park,
of which Jack writes so enthusiastically,
is mine by all just laws of succession.
But my elder brother, the late owner, cut
me off with a shilling because I annoyed
him about a trilling mutter, and left the
whole property to my uiece, your cousin,
Pauline Lufton."
"And I am eighteen, and this Is the
first word I have ever heard of It!"
"Yes, and most likely the last, for It
Is a subject I don't care to talk about.
I don't think I should have spoken of it
now if I had not felt extremely annoyed
with Jack for his ungeutiemaa-like ueg-
' leot durtnflr the past week. You are m '
well Imrn as this cousin of yours of
whom ho raves, mid I will not allow him
to slight you in nn.v way."
I "Daddy, will you lot mo manage thin
matter myself? You have no surprised
mo ly what you hive jnH Unit I
mn almost bewildered, im.l can tin rlly
iiiiiik oi nn.v tiling else. lint 1 nut sure
that I mn too self concoilod to let .lack
really slight inc. If 1 thought ho want-
ed mo to give him his freedom I w d
do it at once. 1 think it would nln.ost
iiiiiik of nnyiiiiug I'iw, r. nt 1 mn nii io
break my heart, but I would
io it. i
w ould not bestow myself w hor
lightly thought of."
"Heaven bless my child! I can twust
you to support the family reputation
lor self-respect; nnd, Kthel, If you are
writing to Jack to-day, don't touch on
that subject. I have rcasonus for noi
wishing liiui to know anything about the i
matter until 1 toll him myself."
Kthel looked disappointed. She hand
ed her father his lint nnd glove, and
kissed hor hand to hint from lis window
ss he turned the corner of the street,
and then went back to her letter. SU
read it through more than once, her face
wearing a thoughtful expression. Then
she sat down with loosely clasped- hands,
thinking over the letter even when she
had returned it to her pocket.
"I n in sure of it he love this Mis
Mailing! Papa did not call hor by that
name. I forget now what he called hor;
but it was not Mailing. I thought my
dislike to parting with .lack was all
nonsensical fancy at the time; but I
know now it was a real forewarning of
this sorrow. He will never ooine buck
Just the same ns ho went, even if he
got over this fancy for hor. Jack
dear old .lack why why did you speak
of your love for me until you wore quite
quite certain you could never care for
any one else? Oh, Jack, I can't let you
go, dear!"
With a heart-broken little cry she
threw herself upon the cushiou.
CHAPTKU V.
Babotto's arms aud back ached almost
beyond endurance, yet the brush con
tinued to play over Pauline Mailing's
hair as it hung In luxuriant profusion
down hor back. Paulino was deep In
thought, for the Duke of Bonnoir had
just sent hor the exquisite bunch of
rose she hold iu her hand, with the lit
tle note lying open on the table, and she
was making up her mind n to whether
she should accept or reject the offer she
knew he would make when he called by
und by.
"Did I look really well last night,
Babetto?" she asked.
"Mademoiselle is irresistible when she
chooses, murmured the 1- renoh woman.
Miss Mailing again relapsed into decpj''Kht Iron or strong wire hoop is then
thought.
"If I could only be sure of the past
remaining the past, if I wore only cer
tain that ugly facts would not turn up
unexpectedly to face me, I would marry
this poor creature with a title I would,
if only to save ine from myself. Surely,
after six years of safety nnd prosperity, I
am never going to be such an utter Idiot
as to risk Id of everything, because this
poor painter is good looking and charm
ingly candid. I hate myself for my
weakness. Only ten days ago I began
this flirtation for my own amusement
and to annoy that big-eyed, pale-faced
child, to give her a few unhappy hours
as a set-off against the perpetual anxiety
her mere existence causes me, and, before
I am certain that either of these purpose
is accomplished, I wake up to the humil
iating kno'.v'.edge that I am caught in my
own trap, that for the first time iu my
life I hnve fallen in love!"
She burst into scornful laughter, so
startling Babette that the ivory-backed
brush flew out of her hand, and she
stood with round eye nnd open mouth
regarding her mistress' face in the glass.
"What is the matter with you? Why
are you staring at me like that?"
I'y an effort Babette recovered her
usual subdued, respectful expression.
"I feared mademoiselle was not well,"
she murmured, apologetically,
"Nonsense! (io on with your brush
ing, and do not take notice of what doel
not concern you."
"She is a very cat!" Babette said, con
fidentially, to the brush, as sli picked it
up. "I should like to know what wicked
ness she is planing now."
"Perhaps it is not to be wondered at,
after nil," Pauline mused. "He is so
different from the men one usually meets
so honestly simple, so bright and true,
so sensitively honorable. I believe ha
would marry that chit in spite of me if
the release did not come from her. It
shall! If I cannot have him, she never
shall! On that one point my mind is
fully made up!"
l'1'o be continued.
A Mtcht of It.
"Popley's got an awful big family.
It must be awful to feed nil of them."
"I guess so. I realized last night
what It meant to have about u hundred
mouths to feed."
"Goodness! did you have to enter
tain that many people?"
"No mosquitoes." Philadelphia
Tress.
Iiiiportunt, if True.
"Have you ever attempted to play
'Hamlet?'" asked the manager.
"No, sir. I do not consider myself
fitted by nature to Impersonate the
melancholy Dane."
"Then you are Indeed, ns you have
said, an exceptional actor. I will give
you a Job." Chicago Tribune.
The New Girl.
Holly was out for a walk and met an
old friend of her father.
"And how old are you, little one?"
asked the old gentleman.
Put Holly was Indignant.
"I'm hardly old at all; I'm nearly
new," she answered, tossing her heud.
Chicago Journal.
Ilittbent OHite.
The Foreigner The presidency, I be
lieve, Is the highest ofllce within the
gift of the American people, is It not?
The Native No; the highest olflco Is
the weather signal station on Pike's
peak.
Hure Fieri.
Kdyth I think Stella Is beginning;
to get uneasy about the future.
Maytue Because whyV
Kdyth She has begun to speak of
spinsters aa maiden ladles.
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A l.ilboiSii vlnn Hait.
It In not tut easy tusk for the man
wlut must do all of the work around
the farm, must of the vonr to handle
some things alone, so that If bo Is nt
all Ingenious lie welcomes tlio devices'
which will enable It 1 1 it to do bis work
more easily Hero Is n plan for one
man to handle trains or nny other
thing which limy bo placed In n bait
which Is stored In the upper part of
the burn and must go to the main
floor. Take a bag of strong material
a seed bag; Is the host, nnd have It re
scued so that It will he n trlllo smaller
nt the top than In any other part; a
1. Alltlll SAVING I1AO.
sown around t!r. top, so that the ling
I.h kept open and jot the contents lire
not easily spilled out. Two ring are
placed In the bottom of the bag sev
eral Inches apart and a ring Is slipped
over the wire or Iron hoop before It Is
sewed to the lutg. Place n strip of
lumber properly braced over the top
of the door and to It fasten three pul
leys, the center one fastened so that
It will come down some four Inches
lower than the others. Now fasten one
rope to the ring In the hoop, run It
through the first ami the third pulleys
and you have the raising and lowering
rope. Then fasten a ncconil rope In
the ring nt th bottom of the bag, the
one farthest awny, run It through the
second ring and then up through the
middle pulley and you have the con
trlvnnce by which the bag tuny bo
easily dumped. A glance nt the lllus
(ration will show how useful this ap
pliance Is and how readily it will work
iu practice.
Derrick for (stuck Inn liny.
Where there is much hay to stack
labor and time may be saved by using
n derrick. There are numerous plans
for building n derrick, but uono Is slm
pier or cheaper than this design, which
Is the Invention of a farmer, who says:
I hnve tried to make a drawing of
n derrick that I put up to stack nay
with this year. It works ho slick that
I am sure It will please anybody. The
pole Is 10 Inches at the butt, 5 nt top
nnd 47 feet long. I made n mortise
nt the butt through which to put a
chain to fasten 'It to the tree. Twenty-
II AY DKKltlC'K.
two feet from that I bored tin Inch
hole, through which to put a pin to
keep legs from slipping. I used
crotches for legs, and wired them fast
to the pole. I twisted four No. 12
wires together for cubic with which to
stiffen pole by guying to tree as
shown In cut. I can take a fulr-slzed
load nt four forkfuls with this rig.
When we get a stack dono we rope the
two legs together, hitch a team of
horses to them, ns Illustrated, and haul
It over to a new place; It works like n
boom on n mast. If I had not hud the
tree handy I should" hnve set a fiO-foot
pole In the ground 4 or 5 feet, staying
It with a couple of guy cables. I
should fasten butt of pole the same as
a boom; then I could build stacks
three-quarters of the wny round the
center pole. We build our stacks '2.2
feet square and 25 to 2S feet high.
By having a pulley at the legs, as
shown, the bay will not rub against
the stack, but swing clear and drop
light In the middle of the stack, there
by keeping the center of the stack
solid, thus making it sure to keep
good.
Use the Whitewash.
A writer In a prominent poultry
Journal says that the houses should be
whitewashed and cleaned twice a year,
By cleaning It Is assumed be means
everything removed and thoroughly
renovated. The poultryman who
MflHM
works on this plan eiin not Uoop tho
bouse fioe from vermin and Hsens4i
no matter how freely bo may use In
sect powder, and how thoroughly 1 1ns
whitewashing Is done twice H year.
Twenty j ears of experience In raising
poultry has taught the writer than no
bouse ought to go longer than two
month without being thoroughly
whitewashed In every nook and crev
ice. In certain seasons the work Is
done more frequently. All our house I
are built w ith scratching sheds so It I
Is easy to do the whitewashing while j
the hens are In the shed and then by
shutting them In the house whitewash
the scratching shod. Insect powder
is, of course, a necessity, but less of It
will be necessary If the houses lire
kept clean by lime and disinfectant.
Krform In Mllkiuu.
Additional knowledge and the ne
cessity for looking after every detail
In order that the dairy may be prollt
able, ha resulted In wonderful Im
provement In the care of cows aud
of tho milk afterward. Stringent
health laws of the several cities have
force I the shiftless man to wake up
or else get out of business. There are
Rtlll many opportunities for Improve
ment, particularly along the line of
cleanliness of the cows and of the sta
bles and milking along more scientific
lines. If the dairyman was half as
clean as the milkman there would bo
little to complain of. The milkman
must, of course, keep hi ml Ik on Ice,
but use mi abundance of scalding
water In tho washing of bottle and
utensils of tin, and further purify
them In the sun. I go further and
wash the little crates of wood In which
bottle of milk are carried, using hot
water and scouring soap nnd give
these, too, a sun bath. See that Ice
boxes are scrubbed with hot water
dally, that the iiillhlunise floor I also
scrubbed, and then thoroughly dried.
Door for u Hour limine.
There Is no good reason why the
hor to the hog house should be uunlo
of heavy Isiaril and kept stmt nor
why the house should be without any
door If one will work out this slinplo
plan. Take some strong burlap or an
old fertilizer bag and get ll few laths.
Plate the laths nn Inch apart on both
a
LLLLJJ I f
IM1UU -H TIU 1IOU HOI KK,
shies of the bag (crosswise) aud fasten
them to each other, milling through
the bag. Hem the edges of the Uig
so they will not ravel, then fasten over
the opening lu the door, letting It near
ly touch at the bottom. The laths will
weight It HUtllcli-ntly to hold It In place
ho that It will keep out cold and storm,
yet It will be sufllclc ntly light so that
the hog can push It with their head
when they want to get In or out of the
bouse. The Illustration shows the plan
plainly and It will work better than
any door we know of, obviating the'
trouble of opening the door every time'
the hogs are to be let out. If desired
the regulation lsiard door may be put '
lu place, to be closed when desired. I
t-pruylnif with Bordeaux,
I have been spraying with the liquid
bordeaux, arsenate of soda, and arse
nate of soda und arsenate of leud com
bined for several years with good re
sults. I give oue good spraying just
before the bloom, a second just as
soon us most of the bloom has fallen,
u third a week or two later, a fourth
about a mouth later und made a fifth
application last year still a mouth
later, or the last of July or the llrst of
August. For the last two applications
the bordeaux was not used nt full
strength but the lime was increased
rather than diminished und the urse-
nates about the same. With a stroni
mixture an uio season, ine milage isj
the
sometimes injured, especially lu wet
weather, and when the leaves drop
the fruit quits growing nnd does not
lake on tin; most beautiful color nor
have the best flavor. Ohio Cor, Auier-
lcun Agriculturist.
Cure for Ilurh Wire Cuts,
I had a young horse cut on wire so
budly I decided to shoot him. My wife
objected to that und made salve which
her father (veterinary surgeon) had
used for twenty-live yeurs with unfail
ing success. My horse was cured in
seven weeks without a blemish. This
recipe has never been allowed before
the public, but with his consent it Is
herewith inclosed. Unsnlted lurd oue
pint, wood soot one-half pine, burnt
alum two tablespoonfuls, turpentine-
one tablespoonful, carbolic acid eight
drops. From the simplicity of the in
gredients It Is marvelous to not the
results, A, B, B., la Epltomlst
i .
9 'i
V. llopklnsoii Smith's now hook,
"The Wood Kirn In No. ,'l," U said In
resemble "otnwanlly and Inwardly,"
his "Colonel Carter's Christ inns."
Mis Clara ImImcoII, who w rote "Th
Girl from La Gloria," I famous In
the Southwest through her pnlrlotle
purchase of the historic Alamo prop
erly, which she bought to preserve
from demolition and which the Statn
of Texas, now alive to the value of the
properly as a historical memorial, I
repurelwiHlng from her. The miiiii total
was $il.(MiO.
After "Sherlock Holmes" niuT' "Itnf
lles," comes "MoA Ulster," the good
tempered but blundering (illinium,
whom Arthur Train makes the hero of
some entertaining complication In
"McAllister ami Ills Double;" storle
disclosing some of the Ingenious
scheme of the niore Intelligent dust
of criminal, ami partly, at least,
brought to light in the course of Mr.
Train's career as assistant district
attorney Iu New York.
K. W. llorniiug. creator of "Unf
iles," has put the finishing touches t.i
the history of that distinguished
cracksman, and In the hook Iu which
the final series of "Itnll'.s" stories I
shortly to appear dispose of that ad
venturous rascal for good ami all. It
Is alleged that be will not, as Conaii
loie dlil with Sherlock Holmes, al
low his hero to rise from his own ash
es, like the fabled phoenix, at the de
mand of a clamorous public. Mr.
Horuiing's work has, until recently,
attracted more attention In Ainerlcit
than It has Iu Kuglaud.
Matt. Stan. Kemp, author of "Ando
Treiubath," I better known In Pitts
burg lis l!ev. Mattbey Stanley Kemp,
of Turtle Creek, where be ha
preached for several years. The plot
of the story I childly laid In Corn
wall, Kngland, a region (he author
knows well, his father, a minor, hav
ing been born In that country. At (ho
age of 10 the senior Kemp took hi sou
to Kngland to be educated. The re
sult of thl early sojourn are seen In
tho touches of local color, a bi'oml
Conth dialect, and a liberal sprink
ling of Cornish legends and folk hue.
It Is said that Henry W. Boynion's
biography of liret Unite and hi liter
ary career, recently published as a vol
ume In an Kugllsli biographical serle.
does not please certain reviewers be
cause of It moderate tone. Mr. Itoyn
ton Is not much given to panegyric,
but his literary judgment Is much re
spected. It is easy to account for the
Kngtlsh appreciation, of Mr. Ilarto
The American of the British Imagina
tion Is uncouth, crude and extrava
gant, and Mr. Harte's character
seemed "the real thing." There was)
some lack of reason Iu the Kugllsli
adulation of this author, although ho
was a good literary artist In his lim
ited range.
Kugllsli reviewers seem to cherish
pit'tillar Ideas regarding American lit
erature when they are graclousj
enough to admit that we have a lit
erature. Now here Is Clement Shor
ter, a London critic of reputation, who
asserts that George V. Cable, In
"Madame Polphlne" ami "Old Creole
Hays," has probably made more per
manent contributions to literature
than nny living American man of
letters. While Howell and Mark
i Twain and llenrv .lames, not to sneak
of Joel ( handler Hani and .Jamo
Whltooinb Itlley, are still living there
will be many who will "beg leave to
differ" with the distinguished Kugllsli
clitic.
CABS IN RUSSIA.
Karce
Ar l,ow If lou Are t'n to
the
Tricks of the Driver.
In no Kuropean country are ea!
fates so cheap as In Bussla, for there
Is no tariff at all. On the rank uru
half g do.en drivers on the boxes: of
their drosklos tiny victorias, hung;
low and with Just room for two If tho
two clusp waists after the Biisslan
mode.
If you know Just about how far yo;i
-want to drive you take the llrst driver
and tell him where you want to go
and what Is the price offered. The etl
qultte Is followed Invariably. The
driver throws up his eyes In horror.
Ho calls upon the saints to witnessj
that ho ridiculous u price must be dou
bled before he could look at It.
You are not deceived. You walk on.
And before you are gone ten pace
the cnbiunn Is after you, pointing po
lllely to tho seat In the drosky and,
with a grin, repeating frequently tho
KiiHslan equivalent for "please."
But If vou lire diivlnir to n ilimllnn.
,i t ,. ,.,,i,,w,,.. ,n , ,
' .11"" i i.iiiiiw! ii ii mi ll new i t III,;
essary to ask the opinion of the llrst
bellied, belted, bearded brigand on the
box of a drosky. Then It Is your turn
to throw your eyes to henven and call
on tho saints. A quick problem In
division works ltseif out lu your head.
Threes Into a rublo? And you put
yourself up to a Dutch auction nloiitr
the rank, "Hole! So-nnd so, sorolc
hopeck!" you cry, with a leaning to
ward generosity. There la n race fop
you. You drive a long way in Moscow
for a dime.
A Good I'lHon,
"I got a haircut to-day."
"What! In cold weather like this?"
"Yes."
"Well, I wouldn't tell anybody."
"No, I'm keeping It under my hut,r
Cleveland Plain Denier.
Perhaps one reason thnt tho Jewish
husband Is tho best In tho world Is,
that he Is not nagged into going to
church mors thin once a year.